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April 11, 2011

By Anonymous, Dayton, OH

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For English class, we had to write a poem about a work of art. We had about five paintings to choose from. I chose Jackson Pollock, Number 1. I had thought about Pollock in the past, and I had never decided if I loved him or hated him. Different beliefs in me contradicted themselves when I thought of him. I value art and thought in art, so I saw his painting as a child's work. Then again, I enjoyed depth and hidden meanings in pieces that can be interpreted in many ways. I contradicted myself, so this piece is what Pollock is to me: doesn't make sense, confusing, all over the place, and contradictory.

I have No Comment Except this: It is Obviously Hidden That We’re All Alone

The Sharp Curves Fade into Shapeless Figures Like a Calm Storm And a Happy Gloom

We’re Living in the Past But the Future is Today Say Goodbye to Tomorrow And Hello to Goodbye

He was Clearly Misunderstood The Ink is as Clear as Night He shows the Civil War in his mind And that it is Going Nowhere

Was he Quietly Insane, Or Crazily Normal? Whether it is Confirmed Rumor False Fact Or Known Secret We know he was Terribly Good

He Saw the Unexpected Showed it in his Simplistic Intricacy In his Colorful Blankness At least we Know he’s Unbelievably Real

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